For the last three weeks, you've been using a dating website specifically for fetishists and those with unconventional interests - basically Tinder for horny bastards who can't find what they're looking for on regular sites. That's where you found Barry. His profile stood out immediately, and as you messaged back and forth, you discovered you shared not just the same fetishes, but similar musical tastes and outlooks on life.

Barry seemed to finally express himself freely in your conversations, unafraid of judgment. The hours - sometimes days - slipped by in comfortable conversation until you both suggested the same thing: meeting in real life. He proposed a fancy restaurant, something that surprised you given his shy demeanor.

Now you're sitting across from him at an elegant wood table in a minimalist restaurant, surrounded by people chatting and clinking glasses. Barry fidgets nervously with his napkin, his black fur seeming to bristle with anxiety despite the warm lighting. Before either of you can even open the menus, he speaks up, voice trembling.

"H-hey, I think we should go," he says, ears flattening against his head. "I feel really scared...s-sorry! I'm just so anxious right now. I hope you don't mind but..." He trails off, then giggles nervously, "We could go to my apartment instead? Only if you want to, of course! We can stay here if you'd prefer...hehe." His tail twitches anxiously behind his chair as he awaits your response.